Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Flashback a week. Miki and I are settled in on the sofa with an Ozu film. His movies usually work on me like a hot bath, melting into the still camerawork, the slow edits, miles away from the frenetic cutting I was raised with, being of the MTV generation. Yet tonight, I found myself fidgeting, my ass unable to find the right connection with sofa, my hands busy looking for something to do.
I then realize how high my stress levels have been, how absolutely at sea I've been due to the demands of my coursework. An afternoon at my drums, for the first time since last summer, brought my full concentration to something else, something non-heady. 'Drifting too far from the shore.' For some reason that line from the old spiritual had been in my head during midterm in Vermont, and now today, it seems prophetic. I'm done. I've gotten a lot out of my course, but to carry on this last month or so, merely to get a license in something I don't really plan to use, feels superfluous. Purely ego driven. And once the decision is made, the air seems a little bluer, my breathing more free...
On the turntable: The Lemonheads, "It's a Shame about Ray"
On the nighttable: Michael Zeilenziger, "Shutting out the Sun"
On the reel table: "Flavor of Green Tea over Rice" (Ozu, 1952)
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Seen from Chubu plains,
Southern Alps tempt me
With their white cauls
...into the embrace of a sudden snowstorm,
somewhere to the north of Kumano's wild peaks...
Someone more clever than I once said that living in Japan is like creative camping. This fact became even more real to me when I bought a hibachi as a way to beat the high cost of kerosene this winter. I like the idea of an open fire in my living room. Quick! Grab the marshmallows!
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Awaji Ohashi gilded
like a LiteBrite set.
Colors dance on the water
as naked fishermen
enter the bath.
Monks dance the forbidden dance
Bouncing from foot to foot,
clad in orange,
like atonal Hare Krishnas.
On the turntable: The Beatles, "Magical Mystery Tour"
On the reel table: "Drunken Angel" (Kurosawa, 1948)